Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.